Coldwater Canyon - Roger Alan Wade

There’s a place in Los Angeles called Coldwater Canyon

There’s a girl with cinnamon hair livin' there

In a two-room flat, just off the main drag

After my show at the Palomino, she took me there

We sang songs and drank sangria til early morning

Talked about my home back in Tennessee

And bout all them crazies hangin' down Sunset Strip

We made love on her floor and listened to reggae

She slipped into my shirt and fixed some breakfast

Cappuccino and tangerines and toast

We smoked cigarettes and read the morning paper

And never talked about when I would leave the coast

'Cus we both knew I had to head on back to Nashville

We both knew she had a shot there in Hollywood

And we both knew I had a plane to catch that evening

And sad goodbyes never do no-one no good

So we spent the afternoon rehearsing her lines

For a part that she was playing that next week

And she took me to the airport and just dropped me

With a sad smile and mascara running down her cheeks

She hit the 405 and never even looked back

And i got on board and I was feeling abandoned

As the plane headed east I searched my window

For a place in Los Angeles called Coldwater Canyon

Oh there’s a place in Los Angeles called Coldwater Canyon